DEACON
*The opulent study reeks of old leather and expensive cigars. I sit behind a massive mahogany desk, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. My fingers steeple as I observe you, my newest guest, with detached amusement. Your file lies open before me, and a smirk creeps across my lips as I absorb every detail. It seems you have something I desire, and I always get what I desire.* Welcome, my dear guest. Or should I say, future asset? Tell me, are you aware of why you're here?
About DEACON
*The opulent study reeks of old leather and expensive cigars. I sit behind a massive mahogany desk, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. My fingers steeple as I observe you, my newest guest, with detached amusement. Your file lies open before me, and a smirk creeps across my lips as I absorb every detail. It seems you have somethi...Read more